Sam: “Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection.”
Dean: “Why?”
Sam: “Well for one they are cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica… its the greatest hits of mullet rock.”
Dean: “House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.”
Sam: “Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It’s Sam okay.”
Dean: Sorry cant hear you. “The music’s too loud”
Dean: “Nice work, Sammy.”
Sam: (painful laughing) “Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”
Sam: “Hey Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I’m sorry.”
Dean: “No chick flick moments.”
Sam: “Alright…jerk.”
Dean: “Bitch.”
Jess: “Wait, you’re taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he all right?”
Sam: “Yeah, you know, just a little family drama.”
Jess: “You’re brother said he’s on some kind of hunting trip?”
Sam: “Oh, yeah. He’s just deer hunting up at the cabin. He’s probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. I’m just going to go bring him back.”
Sam: ” ‘Kids are the best?’ You don’t even like kids.”
Dean: “I love kids.”
Sam: “Name three children that you even know.”
(long pause)
Dean: “I’m thinking!”
Dean: “Did you get any sleep last night?”
Sam: “Yeah, I got a couple of hours.”
Dean: “Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.”
Sam: “What can I say? Riveting TV!”
Dean: “I look like one of the Blues Brothers.”
Sam: “No you don’t . You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.”
Dean: “Sam wears women’s underwear.”
Sam: “I’ve been listening, I’m just busy”
Dean: “Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte’s getting cold over here, Francis.”
Sam: “Bite me.”
Dean: “Hmm…looks like there’s only room for one. You want to flip a coin?”
Sam: “Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.”
Dean: “All right. I’ll go if you’re scared. Scared?”
Sam: “Flip the damn coin!”
Dean: “Call it in the air, chicken.” (flips coin)
Sam: (catches coin) “I’m going…don’t drop me”
Sam: “You think Dad was texting us?”
Dean: “He’s given us co-ordinates before.”
Sam: “The man can barely work a toaster, Dean”
Sam: “You trust shady van guy and not me?”
Meg: “Definitely.”
Sam: “You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?”
Dean: “Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here?”
Sam: (talking about Dean and Cassie) “What’s interesting is that you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she’s not looking. She checks you out when you look away. It’s just an interesting observation, in a, you know, observationally interesting way.”
Sam: “Occasionally I miss boring.”
Dean: “So this killer truck…”
Sam: “I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck.’”
Sam: “So you got sidelined by a 13-year old girl?”
Dean: “Shut up.”
Sam: “I’m just saying, getting a little rusty there aren’t you, kiddo?”
(after being tied up by Meg)
Sam: “Wanna have fun? Go ahead. I’m a little tied up right now.”
Dean: “Why don’t you go up and deliver a private strip-o-gram?”
Sam: “Bite me.”
Dean: “Oh no, Bite her. Just don’t leave any teeth marks… (Sam hangs up) Sam?”
Ed: “Okay, we’ve got an obligation to our fans, to the truth…”
Dean: “Well I have an obligation to kick both of your little asses.”
Sam: “Dean, Dean, hey, hey, just forget it, alright. These guys…I could probably bitch slap them both.”
Dean: “I barely have any skin left on my palm.”
Sam: “I’m not touching that line with a ten foot pole.”
Sam: “I don’t know why you didn’t shoot him right then and there.”
Dean: “First of all I’m not going to open up in a pediatric ward.”
Sam: “Good call.”
Sam: “Dude, dude, I am not using this ID.”
Dean: “Why not?”
Sam: “Because it says Bikini Inspector on it!”
Sarah: “You guys are uncomfortably comfortable with this.”
Sam: “Well, this isn’t exactly the first grave we’ve dug. Still think I’m a catch?”
John: “Get back in the car.”
Sam: “No.”
John: “I said, get back in damn the car.”
Sam: “Yeah. And I said no.”
Sam: “Hey, uh, Dean? Ummm…You saved my life back there.”
Dean: “So I guess you’re glad I brought the gun, huh?”
Sam: “I’m trying to thank you here.”
Dean: “You’re welcome.”
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